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Alister Ganda Poem
on lost lands I stand.
endless stretches kiss the skies
where plateau meats heaven,these are my mind's sands on which I stand.
where dunes of "sanity" deplete, embracing the "madness" within to feel complete.
societal norms storm on
not about to conform,I take head from the gusts.
thunder,tsunamis,false loves and true lusts,trend is one rule I bend.
your "reality" is an illusion of the physical to manifest the concept of tangable.
time is the reason you are never on time
in these lost lands I seek,progress is my only clock.
tick ,tock , years skip,and goals reach.
freedom is not having to keep count of minutes ,days and decades.
the only time there should be is the right time.
On lost lands I dwell,
the very lands from which all greatness fell
until the terms coined to these lands became a spell.
insanity.
passion driven I hit the curves at high velocities
on the run from the machine and it's programables
void minds, eating up the lies and living in realities where the internet is proof.
where televison and politics are as addictive as any drug,I gotta run
from where religions are God and the spiritual are misunderstood
metamorphosise the conciousness to find these lands .
or stay hopping for a piece of the pie in the sky, that u actually forget to live, so all u do is die.
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Poetry in motion, words make the picture
Mix soul in writt potions, potent concoctions.
Let the brave stand in the way of this freight
Let it smash into your being
You need not be afraid
Only the cowardly fear truth, bright as headlights
A sign that my potions is pure, pure enough for our consumption
My potions is true, my potions is truth
And life is long sleep, lies cover your eyes peel away the sheets
''Reality'' is a fleeting illusion, all that's real is me
And you.
If not then we are but self-imprisoned.
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eye, see it come as acts before being done.
eye's close I to see for in me there's clearer vision within
blink I away from falsebright pixels tangled in the substance of sight
only eye let I be eluded by the illusion diluted in this drink served
sip from the cold manifestations of reality,the hour glass leaks
listen as of eternity the hands on clocks speak
of time immemorial,when space was non-existant and love's lands not so distant
no bodies, nobody, only entities and energies soon to be discarded from the skies and mother earth adopted
with clipped wings and memories erased
it seems global sibling rivalry gains momentum to it's extremes spurred on by materialism
twisted histories ,mangled prophecies all in the soup of false religions and politics that will soldier the civilian
eye see man in the carnage
enslaved by bondage and propaganda is the soap with which we wash brains
we were given one land,we made the divisions
God's ultimate gift and judgement is free-will
and we've made the decisions
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I found the truth to this shimmering in the depths of her eyes
cold turned warm as time turned to ice
frozen in moments I'd rather forget
moments I frequent just to remember love's true frequency
I stay tuned in
the rhythm of you I still dance to
heart beats never felt so musical like hard beats
I have to remind me how inhibit the tapping of my feet
sweet tune you are......................
whats love?
sweet tune you were
for you see
love has a bitter aftertaste
a fact ignored by thumping chests
and to jump in we won't hesitate just in case
this could be the one
I know the last time was worse than the last time
an unfamiliar voice called hope says maybe the next time is my last time
lust lasts longer than love when love is without lust
lust puts back the luster on my face
and love leaves me a broken man
she is love.....................
she was love..
the Bhuda taught me of impermanance but this hurt wont die
and without you I'd rather die is a lie
love left me for her religion
now me and God dont see eye to eye
her hug was my drug
...me and my addictive charector
what good is a heart that carries a thousand cracks
I try to hide even when they see that it holds no more
passion dams broken and the rivers ran dry
if you ever feel that I dont feel love, dont ask me why
love left here a while.
Copyright © Alister Ganda | Year Posted 2015
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